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“What’s up with our big brother?” Howard Coleman glanced at Madeleine and started drinking from his glass.
“Our big brother is coming down.” Before Madeleine could finish her sentence, Howard spewed out the alcohol in his mouth. Coughing, he turned his head to follow Edward Woods and Rusell Henris’ gazes, and indeed saw Steve Burton walking straight towards them with a grim expression from the elevator. “Didn’t our big brother go upstairs with Ruby?”
“It’s only been two hours; why is he back already?”
“Did we all guess wrong? Did our big brother have a fight with Ruby?”
“Our big brother’s face doesn’t look good at all, and it seems even scarier than the ugliest it was before.”
As Edward Woods’s words settled, Steve Burton arrived at their table. Howard imdiately stood up, shouting, “Bro!”
Steve Burton didn’t say a word from beginning to end, just staring at Rusell Henris.
Rusell Henris was sowhat baffled by Steve Burton’s gaze. He turned his head to look at Edward Woods, then Madeleine, and finally realized that everyone was as confused as he was. He quickly reviewed everything he had done recently in his mind and found no mistakes. Then he grinned at Steve Burton, saying, “Bro, what’s up?
“Stuff.” When Steve Burton was in a bad mood, his words beca extrely stingy.
“Stuff? What stuff?” Rusell Henris blurted out, seeing Steve Burton’s face getting colder. He subconsciously scanned the surroundings, planning an escape route if Steve Burton decided to hit him.
Although this idea made him seem too cowardly, there was no other choice — he couldn’t win against him.
Escaping is always better than getting beaten up!
Steve Burton was already slowly striding towards Rusell Henris.
Rusell Henris stood up and took two steps back. He thought about running towards the crowd on the left, while smiling warmly at Steve Burton, “Bro, I don’t think I’ve touched any of your stuff recently…”
As Rusell Henris spoke, he saw Steve Burton reaching out his hand towards him. Just as he was about to run, it seed like sothing clicked in his mind, and he exclaid, “Bro, I rember what you are talking about! The gift is already in your car!”
Steve Burton’s outstretched hand suddenly stopped in its tracks upon hearing this. After two seconds, he retracted his hand, not even bothering to glance at the other three people. He turned around and strode towards the entrance of the banquet hall.
Rusell Henris sighed with relief, adjusted his collar, and sat back down..
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